However, amidst the confusion and fear spreading across the Mourning Depths, there was one group who truly grasped the magnitude of what they were seeing.
Deep within the heart of the Mourning Depths—far beyond where most dared to tread—stood a gathering of ten to fifteen figures, each cloaked in power and authority. They weren't adventurers or explorers. These were leaders. The heads of regions, clans, and powerful organizations from across the Valora Continent. The kind of people whose decisions shaped the fate of nations.
All of them stood still, their gazes locked onto the colossal statue towering high above, touching the very stars themselves.
"…Am I seeing this right?" one of the leaders muttered, voice low and disbelieving. "That thing… it reaches beyond the sky."
"This," said a calm, regal voice, "is indeed a Manifestation."
It was King Magnar, his golden hair flowing gently behind him as if the very air respected his presence.
